Chapter 156 8 a quip from the last king

In summer, he transforms into a frog, and when the sun is setting and the night is approaching, he jumps with his head down from the tops of the coal boats and the bows of the laundresses before the bridges of Austerlitz and Jena. In the Seine, all manners and police regulations are violated.But the police were watching, and a highly dramatic situation ensued, prompting at one point the fraternal and unforgettable cry that was famous on the eve of 1830, It was a strategic warning from wild child to wild child, rhyming like a Homeric verse, with a tone almost as indescribable as the recitation of Eleusis at Barnard's Inner Section , And it makes people think of the ancient "Ai Fu Hei".The cry of the wild child is like this: "Oh, titi, oh, oh! The plague god is coming, the enemy is coming, be careful, go away, and get into the gutter!"

Sometimes the gnat--that's what he called himself--could read, sometimes write, always scribble.Through some kind of mysterious mutual teaching, he acquired all the talents for public affairs without hesitation: from 1815 to 1830, he crowed like a turkey; Forty-eight, he drew pears on the wall.Walking home one summer evening, Louis-Philippe saw a tiny wild boy, no taller than this tall, sweating, standing on tiptoe, drawing a huge picture on the post of the iron gate of Neuilly. plow.The King, with a good-natured air from Henry IV, helped the wild boy finish the pear, and gave the boy a louis, and said, "The plow is on it, too." The wild boy is rowdy. .Some roughness suits his taste.He hated "the priest."One day, on University Street, there was one of those little rascals sniffing at the door of No. 69. "Why did you do that to that door?" a passer-by asked him.The boy replied: "There is a priest in there." That was indeed the residence of the papal legate.But, whatever the Wild Boy's Voltaireanism, if he had the opportunity to be a choir boy, he might as well agree, and in that case he would attend Mass gracefully, too.There are two things he often thinks about but never does: overthrow the government and mend his own pants.

A real wild boy knows all the policemen in Paris, and when he meets a policeman, he can always call his name to his face.He could count them one by one on his fingers.He studies their characters and has a special comment on each of them.He could read the inner workings of a policeman like an open book.He will tell you fluently and skillfully: "So-and-so is a traitor, so-and-so is very fierce, so-and-so is great, and so-and-so is shameful." (All the words traitor, fierce, great, and shameful have a special meaning in his mouth .) "This guy thinks the new bridge is his, and 'others' are not allowed to play on the piers outside the bridge railings, that guy always likes to pull 'others' ears" and so on.